summer solstice

Summer. You sweaty, sexy beast. You are a long, slow exhale with crimson sunsets on your breath. Tell me stories by the campfire under sparkling night skies while I lick blackberry jam from my fingers and the fireflies hold council in the meadow. Your expansive landscape lets me stretch my quivering tendrils wide intoxicating my…

magic woman

Sisters, you have diamonds between your teeth and spices underneath your tongue. You make love to the air you breathe when you exhale your truth through red lips smeared with honey. Your blood runs in shades of purple velvet and saffron sunsets. You are both a thunderstorm and clear blue skies an unpredictable force with…

fire and water

My darling womanyou do not need to choose and you do not need permission.You are both fire and waterwith feet planted in the earthand ancestors at your back.You can be kind and gentle and still have your sharp tongue.You can be both soft and strongwith your heart open wide and backbone tall.Turn your face up towards the warmth of…

safe space

Reclaiming this body as safe space. It will not house the legacies of silence and oppression that came before me. There is no room for the cruelty of my mind to prey on my body. I will tend this fire in my belly. I will speak with my serpent tongue. You will know the flavor…

spring

Waking from the strange dreams of winter slumberand sliding into the psychedelic textures of this glorious balance between night and daylight and dark.Rub your sleepy eyes awake open them wideto the exalted enchantment of this fragile, wild, messy, exquisitely beautiful waking world.Sink into the remembrance born from death.Let your bare feet touch the thawing Earthget some dirt under your nails and let…

stillness

Let me be an apprentice to stillness.Let me be an open vesselfilling with the vastness of each moment overflowing with every lovinggrievinglustfulpainfulecstaticachingrawsensation.Moments that birth and die contract and expandarise and dissolve.Let me embody exquisite gentleness and the strength to softenwith my tendrils stretched wideshimmering in receptivity.Let me breathe into each question without ever needing to know the answer.

the false selves

We can so easily become addicted to the games we play in order to collect tiny morsels of acceptance. These are futile games of measuring risk and reward clenching your fists around the reins that tame your wild heart. Carefully calculating every word that escapes your lips every emotion that seeps through your pores every…

winter solstice

Winter solstice.The rebirth of the sunand the slow,slow return of the light.‘Tis the season to turn inwardstoke the firesnourishsnugglereflectrest.The time to tend our rootsthat will feed the blooms yet to come.Sip broth of bone, fat and rootand simmer yourself right downto the bottom of the pot.Revel in beeswax-lit lullabiesthe smell of old booksand teakettle conversations.Tuck…

of earth and sky

my spirit lives in a house made of earth and sky there are butterflies in my eyelashes stars in my eyes rose petals line my lips I dress my body with moonlight my spine is stacked with the bones of my ancestors a warm breeze carries prayers from my mouth to the divine a thousand…

chasing the muse

Creativity can be a fickle and elusive lover. The passion ebbs and flows like the tides, it cycles like the moon, it can go into deep hibernation in the shadows. She does not want to be pursued or chased; she is not prey to a stalking predator. She does not fall for cheap tricks or…